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Correct 679 Lyrics
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Yeaaah baby, seventeen Ay, ay look Fuck around, have a twin, girl you too fine Lookin’ like an ole’ thing, girl forty-nine, one hundred dolla ball Hit ’em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots Baby, take ’em jeans off, leave ’em heels on Yeah, I’m fuckin’ you tonight, that my theme song We on that R.Kell and that big bout to beat it up like a young Ali She a real bitch so she want a real nigga Fuck her good, cuss her out that’s how ya deal wit ‘er She a terrorist she like to blow my phone up What ya doing with them lips ya got yo own cup Did all ’em units for the thirty, got the saw off ‘Notha thirty’ and a prezzy, got ‘er froze up Still a-hop about that Bentley with that silly boy Wood grain there lookin’ like Sourimi, bwoy Baby girl, you’re so damn fine though I’m tryna know if I could hit it from behind though I’m sippin’ on you like some fine wine though And when it’s over, I press rewind though You talkin’ bands, girl, I got it Benjamin’s all in my pocket I traded in my trues for some robins He playing Batman, Fetty’s gonna rob him I got a Glock in my ‘rari, seventeen shots, no thirty eight by two I’m like, yea, she’s fine Wonder when she’ll be mine She walk past I press rewind to see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ay, yeah baby Tell me what you see Is it money or it’s me? I smoke twenty, smell the weed I got hunnies in my V They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy? I’m like yeah I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere Now go say some’ don’t you niggas play dumb You know where we came from You don’t want sauce, no She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine She ain’t nothing like them bimbos If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here Blowin’, pluck it out the window DJ playin’ Press rewind, got her singin’ every time Take a high note for me girlfriend Got my city lookin’ rude I ain’t diddy I ain’t moved But I think I need a girlfriend she feelin’ great as I’m talkin’ to her She a Remy girl so I’m gonna pursue her I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on Thousand dollars when I get my tip on I’m off her, asked her if her fatty real She said that’s all her, got her with the happy feel I’m bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel I’m bout to spoil her, oh my
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